The erogenous touch!
Somewhere I was wandering in the dreaming dusk.
My inn's room was full of sentinel scent of musk.
In the infinite meadows of heaven I wasn’t able to figure out whether it was dawn or dusk.
Golden clouds were surfing in deep blue sky,
Breezy wave through the valley of flowers
Came touching lime green meadows to my eyes.
Ethreal wave of breeze rejuvenated every dwarf blooming buds.
And the erogenous touch!
And the erogenous touch became reason for first stimuli
As millions dead were back to life.
In gloominess vanishes of million ages’ pain and strife.
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